I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Once you enter the canyon as deep as the sea, you will be a passerby from now on.

After fighting in the canyon for an unknown period of time, Ling Ping Ping raised his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall until it was getting dark.

It's almost seven o'clock.

Touching Gugu's stomach, Lingping closed the game and opened the takeaway software.

He ordered a beef bowl as usual.

Then I searched the night snack shop last night and found that it was no longer found on the takeaway software.

He clicked on the search software again and searched for the store name "Xiaoke Seafood", but there was no trace of this late-night snack shop on any webpage.

"It seems that something really happened to this takeaway shop!" He sighed: "I finally found a delicious supper shop, but it's gone... What a pity!"

His tongue is very tricky!

This can be known from the fact that he only eats regular breakfast restaurants and regular takeaway restaurants.

Food, in front of his tongue, is almost impossible to hide!

Even if there is only a little odor, his tongue can taste it keenly.

His tongue even tasted the marinade of the meat as it was processed.

Fresh or not, you can taste it in one bite.

He can even taste the origin of the meat!

Simply a natural chef tongue!

Therefore, his cooking skills are impeccable!

It's just that Lingping is too salty, and as long as he can order takeout that suits his taste, he will not do it himself.

Just like he would never go out shopping as long as he could make do with it.

Dirty clothes, throw them in the laundry.

Shop online when shower gel and shampoo are gone.

Get a haircut every three months, and a checkup every six months.

You may not go to the market to buy vegetables once a year.

The good news is that there is no dust in the kitchen as the nearby industrial park has gradually moved away.

And because the climate in Jiangcheng is relatively dry, the rice and oil bought for the New Year's Eve a few years ago are still clean.

Just turn on the TV, it's news time again.

"Since the beginning of summer, typhoons have attacked the inland in many Nanyang countries one after another!" The announcer's voice came from the TV, and an inland area hit by a typhoon appeared on the TV screen.

A large number of houses were blown down by the strong wind.

Countless buildings were soaked in the flood.

The helpless victims are full of melancholy.

"At the request of the Kingdom of Luzon, the Republic of Lanfang, the Kingdom of Sanfoqi and the Kingdom of Cochin, the Federal Empire Natural Disaster Relief Force will begin to provide necessary technical support and personnel guidance to the local disaster-stricken areas!"

"At the same time, the cabinet center of the Federal Empire will hold a cabinet meeting tomorrow to discuss and vote on the resolution on dispatching troops to assist the disaster-stricken countries!"

Lingping watched the news and sighed silently.

To be honest, if he hadn't read the news, he would have almost forgotten that there are so many neighboring countries in Nanyang.

These small countries, like pearls, are connected in series in the Southeast Asia region.

A long time ago, the countries in the territory were the tributary and vassal states of the ancient federal empire.

Before and after the founding of the Federal Empire, the area was successively occupied and infiltrated by the Qin and Lu colonists.

After the establishment of the federal empire, of course, such things that violated benevolence and morality cannot be allowed to continue to exist.

As a result, with the support of the Taizu and Taizong of the Federal Empire, the countries of the South Seas have won their independence one after another.

They then became part of the Federal Empire's economic circle.

Generally, they don't exist.

Because they are too small, they are basically exporters of agricultural products or raw materials.

It is only when natural disasters are encountered and assistance is needed that they will appear in the sight of the federal people.

After all, they are not like Fusang and Silla. They have long-term close contacts with the federal empire, and they are not like these two countries. They have to push for a referendum on entering China every three or five years. all difficult!

After reading the news, the takeaway was also delivered.

The Fuso girl was as lively as ever. She put the takeaway meal box she brought on the counter and introduced enthusiastically, "Lingsang, this is the beef rice bowl you want!"

"Today's beef is top-quality Wagyu beef carefully selected from the Osaka area, I hope you like it!"

"In addition, I also gave you an extra piece of sea urchin soup!"

When Ling Ping listened to it, she couldn't help but move her index finger.

"Qianyejiang is really thankful!" He said, "Every time I specially prepare the best food for me!"

Recently, the level of Chiba's take-out has really improved in a straight line.

Ling Ping's tongue can taste it as soon as it is tasted, and they are all top-quality ingredients.

The level has been greatly improved compared to the past, but the price has not increased.

In this regard, Lingping is really grateful to those rich capital.

That's great!

These capitalists, the more the better!

Of course, he is also very grateful to Chiba Michiko and her family, without their superb cooking skills, he would not be able to eat such good food.

"You're welcome!" Chiba Michiko bowed deeply: "The satisfaction of our guests is our honor!"

This fusang little fox girl has really felt that her life is full of light recently!

With the injection of federal capital, her and her family's food business has really risen step by step.

The guests are satisfied, and her family can still make money.

Her mother has recently started preparing to buy a house!

This is one of the highest ideals of all refugees: to have a property of one's own in this country.

So the little fox girl is now full of gratitude.

Gratitude for this country, gratitude for the guests you met, and gratitude for life.

This made her happy every moment.

The whole person is always filled with happiness.

After sending away the cheerful little girl Fusang, Ling Ping Ping sat at the counter with the takeaway food box and ate happily.

Kitten Best, squatting beside him, occasionally gets a piece of beef or a spoonful of sea urchin soup.

After swept away the food, Ling Ping Ping patted his stomach with satisfaction.

"Cool!" he said.

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Elizabeth's arm suddenly turned into a multi-barrel Gatling cannon.

The steam turbine in her body is running at high speed, blood is pumped into it, converted into huge energy, and then turned into depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets full of mechanical brilliance.

Bang bang bang!

The child of the evil god on the opposite side was shattered by the depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile she fired.

Each tentacle was directly interrupted.

Its huge body, wobbly, collapsed, splashing countless dust and smoke.

Elizabeth opened the "Mechanical Gospel", and the will of steel manifested from her.

She stepped forward and recited the mechanical gospel.

"Toll the bell once, push the lever, start the piston and the engine..."

As she chanted, the descendant of the evil god that had collapsed was gradually dissolved by the power of steel.

In the end, the flesh and blood of this huge descendant of the evil god was condensed into a crystal clear spar.

This is a spar with a higher purity than the previous Cthulhu Crystal.

Also what Elizabeth was looking for.

"Twenty-five!" She counted the spar she got: "I can already enter the fog again and buy a more sacred mechanical tome!"

She thought about her own experience in the fog.

At the end, the master in the fog said: "Of course, it is to use machinery and steel to seize it from the evil god and his minions!"

"Twenty-five, it should be almost enough!"

So, she started to set off, and the whole person turned into a mechanical aircraft and returned to the direction of the steel altar.

An hour later, she fell into the steel altar.

Countless believers raised their heads and looked at her, this mechanical nun, a steel monk.

Chosen by the Spirit of All Machines, the boy under the seat of Namo Gatling Bodhisattva.

The mechanical guard who had been sleeping in the steel altar also lifted his head from the steel of the altar.

"You're back!?" It said, "I'm ready!"

Its mission was understood the day it came.

It is to become the guard, the guard who guards this steel altar.

Elizabeth nodded to it, then turned to the devout believers.

"I'm going to meet a great Lord!" she said, "I'm going to ask Him for the scriptures!"

"My Buddha is merciful!" She folded her hands together: "I will surely bless me with a smooth trip, seek the true scriptures, and save all sentient beings!"

"My Buddha is merciful!" One by one believers put their hands together.

The flashlight is turned on, and the light source shines forward.

The fog gradually rose from all around.

Elizabeth looked back at her people and stepped into them without hesitation.

As soon as she entered the fog, like last time, Elizabeth immediately felt that all the nano-armor on her body had entered a standby state.

Even the will of steel began to fade.

She became a mortal human again.

Ahead, only the light source of the flashlight was illuminating the road.

She raised her head and looked into the distance. In the depths of the mist, a light flickered.

In Elizabeth's heart, an extremely pious belief suddenly rose.

She knew that seeking the truth requires sincerity.

In her quantum master mind, there are many stories of ancient oriental monks seeking the truth.

So, she slowly bent down and kowtowed one step at a time.

Religious and firm, walking slowly in this fog.

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Ling Ping yawned.

He is already a little tired.

But looking at the document on the computer screen, he smiled full and gratified again.

Today, I wrote 8,000 words!

Really hardworking and hardworking!

Ling Ping'an felt that the editor-in-chief should give him an annual hard-working author award!

After all, being able to code out 8,000 words in the free time of fishing is not something that just anyone can do.

Even if it is the Five Whites of the Central Plains, I am afraid it will not work!

Turning off the computer, Ling Ping Ping stood up, hugged the kitten Best, walked to the door, and was about to close the door.

Suddenly, he saw a figure standing up in the mist outside.

He pushed open the door and took a closer look, only to find that it was the foreign guest from a few days ago.

Ling Ping looked at her, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

After all, she seemed to have lost the spar she mortgaged here last time!

He scratched his head, but finally showed a smile and went up to meet him: "Guest, you are here again!"

"Come in quickly!"

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